The big orange is the most important [comprehensive British and American]

"Who are you... talking to?" After Fiona extinguished the candle and turned the mirror upside down, she was greeted by Ms. Green's surprised eyes and a series of questions like cannonballs:

"Are you all right, Fiona? You startled me by talking to yourself all of a sudden. Did you see my daughter, where is she now? Are you all right?"

Fiona had used mirrors and candles to get the information she wanted before, but never had it given her a splitting headache like today.She knew clearly in her heart that this was the reason why she had accidentally lost control of herself and obtained too much information. If it weren't for the help from the unidentified people over there, her current situation might be even worse, and it would definitely not be just Headaches are so simple, but there is no way to explain such a complicated matter to ordinary people in too much detail. After all, they cannot understand, so they can only avoid the important things and say lightly:

"I don't know, anyway, it's not a bad person? Anyway, they helped me - Ms. Green, your daughter is in the basement of No. 15 Oak Street, please call the police."

In order to win the trust of Ms. Yu Green, she briefly described the situation of the missing girl:

"I saw her. She was wearing a white dress with light blue flowers on the hem, and it was patched in one place, and her black leather shoes were old, and the thread on her right foot was open. The ponytail is made of her favorite strawberry headband, there are a few freckles on her face, her hair is not the orthodox golden color, if you look closely, you can see a little bit of brown traces...the hair has been dyed, right?"

In fact, the appearances of the above-mentioned characters are found in the missing person notices, but Fiona is able to say things that are different from those missing person notices in subtle places, such as the patch on the skirt corner, and the right foot is a little bit open. Leather shoes, my favorite strawberry headband and dyed blonde hair.

A lot of times, those fake psychics get information by guessing. Let's use this as an example. If they see that there is medicine in Ms. Green's house, they will say that someone in this house is not healthy. ;When they see the clothes of the missing girl on the missing person notice, they will guess that the girl's favorite color is white, and when they see the long hair on the sofa at home, they will say that her daughter has long hair, and so on. And the feet——

But every detail Fiona said was beyond her understanding as an "ordinary person" and an "outsider".

Ms. Green's belief in "Themis", that is, Fiona, is not generally high, let alone these details are now supported.As if grabbing a life-saving straw, she quickly dialed the Gotham police, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she was met with an impatient scolding:

"How dare you guarantee that what the psychic said is true? Ma'am, we understand your anxiety, but what is the time now, we must believe in science. Please wait for our official information later."

"But..." Ms. Green held her breath in her chest, unable to go up or down, she really wanted to yell over there, this is what Themis said, so she could use it as a reference, but on second thought, There was also a bit of sadness for no reason, and I was unknowingly successfully anti-brainwashed. I felt that what the police said was somewhat reasonable:

What era is it now, can psychics really be trusted?

Just then, she heard Fiona sigh:

"I knew the police wouldn't believe it. Come on ma'am, give me the number."

Ms. Green didn't know what to do, so Fiona handed over the phone with one command and one movement. After Fiona answered the phone, she used a kind of gentle and correct voice that was completely different from her famous title. He asked softly with a polite attitude:

"That is to say, any testimony from the psychic cannot be used as evidence to solve the case?"

"Isn't this nonsense—I mean, is it obvious?" The staff on the other end of the phone was so impatient that they almost began to curse: "Miss, don't waste the police force with half-baked third-rate information. What should you do if the real criminal is found when you are running around because of your information that you can't even confirm the authenticity of?"

"Well, what you said is very reasonable." Fiona agreed very much. After all, this kind of thing is not impossible. If it is true that the analysis and processing of normal information is delayed because of too much trust in psychics, then brother The Tan police are really hopeless.

But now is really not the time to follow the normal procedure——

"TW3811000A, this is my psychic certificate number, please officially identify it."

The first two letters indicate the underage psychic, and the four digits in the middle indicate that she is more than 800 people who have passed the certification. All the meanings are normal up to this point, but when the following numbers and When the letters are combined, the meaning is immediately different:

000 means the priority of urgency and being able to assist in the normal detection of cases, while A means her performance in all the cases she has helped solve.What is the concept of being graded as A? All the cases she assisted must be solved with her direct help, and her ability must play a decisive backbone in this matter. Only those who have played a decisive role in supernatural power incidents can get an A rating.

When this number was connected to the huge police database and the corresponding name appeared on the screen, almost everyone held their breath——

That was "Themis" who had been missing for nearly a whole year.

Although "Themis" only assisted in one case, and this case had nothing to do with the supernatural, but that one case was enough to earn her an "A" rating.

"I have seen where the criminal and the victim are. If anything goes wrong, I can take criminal responsibility." Fiona pleaded again to the Gotham police on the phone:

"The basement of No. 15 Oak Street, please."

Suddenly there was no sound.After a suffocating, long silence, a hoarse voice finally sent a double-distorted voice to her ears through the phone:

"receive."

As soon as the voice came out, the two people on the phone knew who it was.After all, Ms. Green is a native of Gotham. Even if she was saved by Batman once, she still couldn't get rid of her deep fear of him. Fiona didn't have this concern at all. Without that ability, the newly baked, steaming little fan girl can really crawl along the phone line to ask for an autograph:

"Then please!"

After hanging up the phone, Fiona and Ms. Green looked at each other, as if a thousand words were stuck in their throats, and finally the two broke the deadlock together:

"—Would it be unsafe for you to be exposed like this, should you leave here quickly?"

"——You said that I will go to him later and ask for an autograph and he will give it to me?!"

The two looked at each other again, and realized a profound truth at the same time:

Sometimes when someone chases after a star, they are very, quite, and extremely rigid.

"I'll see if I can ask Batman later." Fiona sighed, "After all, I've settled here well, and I don't want to move if I don't have to—please don't blame yourself, ma'am. "She is very keen in observing words and feelings. After all, she has been under the fence for more than ten years, and she can easily see the idea of ​​Ms. Green's apology:

"I have a feeling I don't need to get out of here."

"And even if I don't reveal my identity because of this incident, I will definitely reveal my identity for other things in the future to help others. After all, my conscience is still here. As long as I stay in Gotham, as long as this kind of thing remains exist, then for me it's just a matter of 'revealing' sooner or later."

Ms. Green's lips trembled a few times, but in the end she said nothing.

Ten minutes later, they really waited for Ms. Green's daughter who was escorted back by the Gotham police.The girl in the white skirt and black leather shoes had a dull expression on her face. It seemed that she was completely frightened. No matter how hard the police officers in charge of psychological counseling tried, they couldn't bring her back to life.

Fiona thought for a while, then took out a piece of chocolate from her pocket and handed it over. At the same time, she reached out to cover the girl's right hand, and said softly:

"Shh - don't be afraid, girl, you're safe. Want some chocolate? Matcha stuffed."

Her hands seemed to have magical powers, and the warm feeling of ironing spread all the way from the place where their skin touched to her heart.There was an inexplicable airflow in the air, and a few minutes later, the murdered girl who hadn't responded to external stimuli suddenly trembled all over, as if she had just woken up from a dream, and the light and expression in her eyes were shaken. He brought it back little by little, facing those quiet, elegant and gentle gray eyes, as if he wanted to cry, and seemed not very clear about his current situation, finally reached out and took the piece of chocolate, whispered:

"Thank you."

"I temporarily hypnotized her." After the only recovered missing girl fell asleep, Fiona explained to the police and Ms. Green who was a family member:

"And the human brain has a self-protection mechanism. If she doesn't deliberately mention this matter in front of her in the future, she will spend the rest of her life smoothly and without any psychological shadow."

Ms. Green was so excited that she was about to cry, but Fiona stretched out her hand and held hers. The light flickered in those elegant and quiet gray eyes, and her voice was still as gentle as ever, but there was something deeper. means:

"Miss."

Ms. Green's excited emotions were immediately forcibly relieved under this gentle and silent gaze: "...Thank you so much, Themis, I don't even know what I should use to repay you..."

"I don't want your reward, ma'am." Fiona sighed, and slowly let go of her hand.Obviously this matter has been resolved properly, but the worry in her brows became more intense, and finally she simply said in a low voice:

"She's a good kid."

When she left this room, the orange cat had already had a good night's sleep on the sofa, and was now vigorously using its fifteen-pound weight to fill the sofa and show off its teeth and claws to attack the city.Fiona picked up her cat, pulled a box full of psychic objects, and went out without looking back. The thin and slender figure with long brown hair quickly disappeared in the thick darkness .

Only Fiona knew why she had left so soon.She unfolded the note she got from the orange cat. This piece of paper was quite ordinary white paper, but just because it had a badge in the shape of a bat printed on it, it became extraordinary. To some extent, it was considered It's similar to Fiona's sealing letters.

Unlike Fiona's well-worded and courteous throwing stones to ask for directions, there is only a sentence printed on this note——

"You are safe now."

She saw this sentence clearly in the dim moonlight, and then smiled—without any irony, gratitude, and mixed feelings, just a very simple smile—and used the lighter she carried I lit the paper and buried all the ashes in the flower beds by the roadside.

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Explanation of the last sentence: The master has transferred Fiona's information, and now everything under the code name "Themis" is set to be protected in the Batcave as a level of confidentiality second only to Zhenglian and Bat's own family. .